Tuesday, October 15, 2013

My Failed 3-Day Novel

Yesterday I had thanksgiving dinner dinner with my inlaws in London. Among those present was a couple who had arrived unannounced. I learned at some point that this couple happen to live in Clinton. I asked how they felt about Alice Munro winning the Nobel prize. I wasn't able to tell if their blank and confused looks were the result of confusion or if they couldn't hear me. They told me later that they are each deaf in one ear. But they had still never heard of Alice Munro, or the Nobel Prize for that matter. "We's just here for the free meal" said the woman, whose name was "Fioner." At least that's how her sister pronounced it.

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